Chapter 7

Yep, he could definitely do more than fix tacos. Troy had paid good money for many worse meals in expensive restaurants.

“Oh, man, that was great. I think I’ll marry you.” Troy’s unthinking comment slipped out before he could censor it. He realized what he’d said when Juan’s startled expression soaked in.

“I—that is not yet legal in New Mexico, is it? And you do not have to go that far.” Juan spoke very low and much more slowly than usual. In less than an instant his gaze slid from Troy’s face to the floorand fixed there, riveted to the pattern of the tiles.

Troy felt his face heat, embarrassment flooding through him. Juan had not indicated he was gay nor had he shown many signs of an attraction to Troy. We’re friends, buds, nothing more. Are we? Holy shit, what did I just say? Some Freudian slip that was!